Jasmine's Point Of View

I'm Jasmine Collins, oldest daughter(25 years old) of Mike and Rhonda Collins, I just so happen to be the middle child, I have an older brother and a younger sister, lucky me. I work for the WWE as used to be Diva, but that term has since been retired, I'm not a woman's wrestler, I'm actually a backstage personality, I do the interviews. I've worked for the company for about a year and a half now, and I love my job, it's the best job in the world.

I walk into my parents house and make my way through the house, I smiled and waved to my mom, as I made my way down the steps into the backyard. It was a get together, for family and friends, my father was big on get gatherings, any chance to get together, drink, play ball, and cook, my dad was all about that.

"Hey sweetie." My mother hugged me, once I reached her. "It's been so long." She hugged me even tighter.

"I know." I said pulling away, with some resistance from my mother. It had been awhile I haven't been home in over a month, I've been so busy on the road, and doing things over seas, I haven't had time, when I have a day off, I usually go to my apartment in Florida.

"Hey peanut." My father kissed my cheek, from the side of me.

"Hey daddy." I smiled sweetly, god I hate to admit it but I'm such a total daddy's girl, both me and my sister are, and my brother, total mama's boy.

"Food's going to be ready soon, I made sure I got that pepper jack cheese you like sweetie." My dad smiled, moving a strand of my fiery red hair out of my face.

"You're the best daddy." I smiled, leaning over giving him a peck on the cheek. My father smiling before walking off, heading back over to the man the grill.

"Rhonda." I heard a voice from behind me, a voice I defiantly didn't want to hear, the voice of one Brock Lesnar

Fucking great, I don't want to fucking see him.

I turned around slowly and saw him, that son of a bitch. When he laid eyes on me, he smirked and licked his lips, his hand firmly planted in his wife Rena or Sable, as she's known to WWE fans.

xXxFlashbackxXx

"So, how long has this been going on?" I questioned, leaning back against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest, looking at the son of a bitch I've been having a relationship with for over 8 months, though we still aren't public, we were serious about each other, or so I thought. Brock Lesnar, the man I fell in love with, the man who said he loved me, but today out of the blue, he walks into the arena with his wife, who I thought was still split up. Brock and Sable or Rena whatever you want to call her, have been on the rocks for a while, it was well known around the company she had kicked him out of the house, and took the kids so he'd been staying at his beach house in Florida for the past 14 months, before you say it, I know it's not the best idea to date a married man but they weren't together, getting a divorce, at least that's what he was telling me and everyone else.

"Only about a month." Brock sighed, propping himself up on the wall, using his hand, leaning in towards me, of course I backed up, because the last thing I want after seeing the asshole come in with his wife is to be near him. "This doesn't change anything babe, I still love you." Brock leaned in, trying to kiss me.

I turned my face, making it so he could only get my cheek. "Seriously?, Brock you are back with your wife, that changes everything." I spat, I could feel the anger rising in me, why would he even think I'm just going to go on like nothing has changed, he's back with his wife, for fucks sake.

"No babe, it doesn't, nothing's changing, I love you, and I don't want to lose you Jazz." Brock sighed, his hand swiping down my face, in an attempt to be tender, and win me over, giving me a sweet little smile, like he always does, or pouts his lips, he can be like a fucking child when he doesn't get his way. "We'll be alright, no one knows about us, so we don't have to worry about trying to hide, we already are good at that."

"I'm not doing it Brock, I'm not some whore who sleeps with married men." I spat, pushing his hands away from me, as he tries to put a hand on my waist.

"I've been married the whole time baby." Brock smirked, shrugging for effect.

"No Brock, you know what I mean, you are back with your wife, so be with her, and leave me alone, if you don't want to be with me, and only me, then I don't want to be with you, I won't be the mistress Brock, I won't." I shook my head, then turned to walk away, but Brock grabbed my arm, and swung me around to face him. "Brock, what are you doing?" I snarled.

"Look I was trying to be nice, but I'm not letting you leave me, you're mine, I love you damn it, and I won't allow you to just throw away all we have, over such a little thing." Brock shoved me against the wall, pinning me there, using his body weight.

"Move, and let me go, or I'll scream." I said, my head turned, not wanting to look at him right now.

"Oh you will, will you?" Brock said, his tone turning dark and sinister, as he covered my mouth, with a hand. "You are going to listen to me, and listen well, you and I are together, nothing is changing do you hear me?, I love you and you love me, there is nothing wrong with our love, all that's different is that I'm working on things with Rena, if it wasn't for my kids, I wouldn't but I want to be around my kids, and this makes It so I can be around them more, I'm still keeping my place in Florida so you can still come down, and we can have our weekend of sunbathing and love making." Brock leaned down and kissed my neck. "You don't have a choice in this Jasmine, I won't allow you to leave me, I got you this job because we were friends, and I'm good friends with your dad, we've been friends for 15 years, have you thought about how that's going to sit with your father?, his daughter sleeping with his good friend of 15 years, his married friend none the less. You just remember you are only here because I gave you this job on a silver platter, and guess what I'll take it from you too, it would take one call, one fucking call to ruin your career Jasmine. Then when your parents find out about us, oh your strict Irish Catholic parents finding out their little girl is a whore, who has been sleeping with a married man?, a friend of theirs to boot." He laughed, but there was no joy behind that laughter, it was a laugh of victory, because he knew he had me beat.

I couldn't risk my parents finding out, and I couldn't lose my job, I know he'd make that call in a second, and he'd and have no problem with getting me fired. I had no choice I had to go along with what he wanted, for now at least. I finally nodded, and he let his hand off my mouth. "This isn't fair, don't you think I want someone who loves me, and only me?, who wants to be with me and only me?, why can't I find someone who I could settle down with and have kids?, I can't do that with you Brock." I shook my head, as I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. "Why can't you just let me go?, Please." I looked up at him, my eyes pleading with him.

"I don't care if you think it isn't fair, it isn't fair for me to lose the woman I love, I love you and I'm not letting you go, as far as getting married and having kids?, that's not in your future, not unless Rena decides to leave me, or my kids are older, then you know what I'll be willing to talk about children." Brock shrugged, but still not letting me move from the spot, he had me pinned.

"So I just have to forget about it?, wait for your wife to leave, or wait tell I'm damn near 40?, I'm 25, I wanted to have kids around 30, and you know that, it's not right that I have to give up my future for you, for a man who I can't even acknowledge in public. I'm not okay with being a secret Brock, please let me go, let me move on, I deserve to find someone I have a future with." I whimpered, when he put his hand on the back of my neck, and squeezed, showing his dislike for my comments. "Brock, you're hurting me." I cried out, when he added more pressure.

"You're mine, only mine." Brock growled, into my ear. "Let me find out, you've moved on, I'll ruin you, and whoever else it is, if it's someone who works for this damn company, they won't after I'm finished, they'll be lucky if they can walk, let alone wrestle after I'm finished with them." He squeezed me tighter, causing a tear to fall down my cheek, that tear he caught on his finger tip, then leaned in and kissed me. "Now, I'll be on my way, I need to meet up with Rena, remember what I said, You're mine, and only mine, I'm not giving you up, not now not ever." Brock released his grip on the back of my neck, and stepped back. "I'll be at your hotel room, after I get rid of Rena tonight, don't think about not answering either." Brock leaned back in to kiss me. "Love you babe." Brock smirked, pulling away, he waited, as did I wondering why he hadn't left, he cleared his throat. "No love you too?" Brock growled, grabbing my upper arm.

"I love you too." I said all meek and mild like, looking to the ground, hearing him chuckle I looked up, in time to see him turn around and walk away. I really had no choice, did I?, I was stuck with Brock, for as long as he felt fit, maybe he'll get tired of me, and toss me to the side, I could only be so lucky. I wiped my tear and walked away, heading in the other direction.

xXxEndofFlashbackxXx

I snapped back to reality, hearing my mother and Rena laughing and talking. "I'm so happy for you two, I always knew you'd work it back out, you two love each other way too much, to let your love go to waste." My mother smiled. "Isn't that great Jazzy?" My mother turned to me.

Oh yeah mom, it's wonderful, the man I'm with is back with his wife, that's just great. Oh did I forget he's refusing to let me leave him.

"Yeah, I've got to go, make a call, I'll be back." I smiled, and headed in the house, past Brock and his wife.

Thanks mom and dad, for making this awkward as all hell.

xXxXx

I made it into the house, deciding to hide in my old room, I sat on my bed grabbing my remote and flipping on my television, my eyes darting to the door, when I heard the door handle jiggle and then saw it turning. The door opened and I about screamed.

What in the actual fuck is he doing?

"What the hell Brock?, you always barge into places you don't belong?" I rolled my eyes, standing off my bed.

"I belong where ever you are, come give me a kiss babe, I've missed you." Brock held his arms open.

"I don't feel so much like kissing right now." I rolled my eyes, once again. Turning to walk over to my dresser, checking my hair in the large mirror above it. I squealed, when I found myself turned around and shoved up on the dresser, my back to the mirror, Brock settling in between my legs. "Brock." I whined, trying to shove him off me.

"Too bad, I feel a lot like kissing." Brock shoved me all the way to the mirror, my back pinned against it, by him using his weight, his hand grabbing my wrists when I tried to shove him back, pinning them against the mirror above me. "Lose the attitude babe." Brock crashed his lips, against mine roughly, as he drops one hand, from my wrists, using one hand to hold them above me, and the other, to roam my body, grabbing my breast through my shirt, tweaking and twisting my nipple harshly, causing me to wince.

Yeah, It'd be easier, if you'd lose the wife.

"Ahh, not so rough." I cried, after he pulled away. "Why are you acting like this?, this is the second time you've been rough with me, why?, you weren't like this before?, you get back with your wife, so that means you can be rough with me?" I said, trying to force back tears, he'd been like that, since Raw on Monday, I hadn't seen him since then, because he didn't do Smackdown, so I didn't think I'd see him until Monday, but nope it's Thursday and here he is, feeling me up in my bedroom, while his wife is outside talking to my parents.

"I'm sorry babe, I don't mean to be rough, but when you fight me, I have no choice, don't fight me, don't push me away, then I won't have to be so rough." Brock said, his hand caressing my cheek so soft and gently.

"You hurt me on Monday, I had marks on the back of my neck." I shook my head, looking to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too, I love you I'd never hurt you, I only get like that when I'm afraid to lose someone, and I was scared I was losing you, so I got a little angry, and used my strength, sometimes I forget, how strong I am, and I really hurt people, but I don't mean to, and I feel bad that I hurt you, I feel horrible about it, as long as I don't lose you, I won't lose it, if I lose you, I'll lose it, and there is no telling what I'll do, so promise me, you're not leaving me." Brock cupped the side of my neck, looking me in my eyes, he didn't have kindness in his eyes, his eyes weren't blue, they almost looked black, and it scared me, was this a threat?, if I left him, he'd hurt me, as in seriously hurt me.

"I won't leave you." I said, my voice but a whisper.

"Promise me babe." Brock said, needing reassurance.

"I P-promise, I'm not going to leave you." I nodded, my hand reaching out, to stroke his cheek, with my index finger. "I love you." I whispered.

Brock smiled and licked his lips, as his 6 foot 3 frame towered over my 5 foot 4 frame. "I love you too babe." Brock said, then lowered his lips onto mine, igniting into a fiery passionate kiss. Why was I letting this happen? Brock shouldn't be able to have his cake and eat it to, while I'm not allowed to even try to date someone, He gets the wife and kids, and I get nothing, except him that is, that's my prize Brock Lesnar, a married man, a man who can't even kiss or hug me in public, we can't go out, we have to hide our relationship, from everyone. It seems this is the way it's going to be, even though we weren't public before, it was nice to actually go out to the movies every once an awhile, and to have him kiss me in public, now it looks like we are going to be sneaking around, acting as if we are nothing to each other around people, at least before it was okay if he'd flirt with me, or have his arm around me, now it'd look bad, and I'd be known as a whore around the back, that's the last thing I want, because I don't have a choice right now, and others wouldn't know that, or understand that.

Note From The Author: So what do you think?, it's my first go, Dean will be introduced into this story in the next chapter, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, please leave a review, I'm still unsure of the story, and if I should finish, I guess it's just my nervousness to put it out there. Well, thank for reading, I hope you all will review, favorite, and follow the story. Please tell me if there is anything I can improve on, I know my grammer and such is not that great, but I'm working on it.